Short Story : Chapter 1

    In the novel The Heart Of Darkness  there are lots of different kinds of devils. “I've seen the

Although the tundra land was intriguing, there was a lot more to see; meandering down the valley, the grass (which was once a luscious green) has begun to grow dead, and dry. The shadowy sky – which is filled with ubiquitous clouds – reflects the decaying ground. It is a shield against the sun; it

"Well, Mr. Gideon's had wife trouble, women trouble on occasion. And he didn't want anyone knowing his personal business."

Leomon withdrew his sword. Tail Red matched his movements, reaching behind her back and sliding out two gleaming, scarlet blades.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

“Lord Kragen, sire, we couldn’t find the children, but we have a means to get them: their Father!” the man explained. He had a greedy look in his eyes. “I do hope you won’t turn back on your word.”

There we were, on the doorstep, ringing the bell. It was a cloudless summers evening, with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees, and then cut sidewise across a field of tiny green grape vines. Dandelions danced in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Yellow roses and silver hydrangeas sprawled out in a gusty garden surrounded by a yew hedge. The clocks had just struck six.

“The next moment they were in the shed, walking past the long line of stalls, when suddenly Nelly heard her father cry out: We've got him, sheriff! Block the door!”

"Tell them as little or as much as you would like. Very few people know what happened with Strausser and all but one of them will be remaining here."

He opens his eyes to an unfamiliar view—there is a blue-toned light hitting against the shadowed ebony metal siding. He hits his head from the van driving over a bump, "Ow..." he gently rubs the affected area.

Ok so here chapter two I really hope you all are liking it agi I own nothing

As the clusters of ministers argued the proposal amongst themselves, Cretech watched their faces, hoping for telltale signs that might allow him an insight into their intentions. He felt suddenly moved by an unusual flood of emotion and stopped to examine it. Courage? No, it was confidence. He was sure the vote would be victorious, and with that knowledge, he wandered across the floor to join his blue-sashed compatriots, their votes were never in dispute, although they did not hold a majority alone.

“Who are you trying to debauch now?” Jinki questioned, walking out of his room and back into the main area of the flat, where Jonghyun and Taemin were sitting at the island separating the living room, that was apparently made for dwarfs, from the kitchen that even ants would struggle to cook in (not that they cooked often, though - ordinarily they would order takeout or Teukie would drop food round and eat with them if he wasn’t busy dealing with his own problems).

After Shadow had changed he decided it was a good idea to pop up behind Trey to say hi. Of course like all the other times of the past, he got blasted backwards from the impact of an explosion. He let out a strangled noise as the impact of him hitting the brick wall behind him shot pain through his back. Trey gasped and whipped around, "Oh god Shadow!"

They swung so fast from branch to branch, Jerusho’s gasps and pants disappeared entirely. One of the twins called out every so often to confirm their direction. Janto’s bones ached. With each new grab, a pain spiked from his underarm to his elbow. They wouldn’t be able to keep up this speed. Nap’s breathing was ragged, and he had appeared to be the fittest man in the group. Yet the mysterious person leading them had no problem setting the pace. He even grinned back at them between calls. In the middle of one such stare, he dropped straight down and out of sight.